Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 467

“Mr. Delaney, long time no see.” Lorna strolled up to James, a sly smile curving her lips. “I heard Ms. Kensington has been unwell, so I brought some fruit to check on her.”

Whenever James looked at Lorna now, she reminded him of every devious villainess he’d ever seen on TV.

He planted his tall frame squarely in the doorway, face ice-cold as he blocked her path. “Spare us your fake concern. Take your lousy fruit and get out.”

Lorna arched an eyebrow, her smile never faltering. “Your hospitality is certainly… memorable, Mr. Delaney.”

James rolled his eyes. “And what makes you think you’re a guest here? Oh right, guest—with a capital G for Grievance.”

Lorna’s smile froze for a split second.

It was obvious James had no intention of letting her see Briony.

Still, Lorna didn’t lose her composure. She set the fruit basket down on a nearby chair. “Alright then. Since I’m not welcome, I’ll be on my way.”

“Take your fruit with you!” James snapped.

“It’s just a small gesture. If you don’t want it, throw it out,” Lorna replied lightly, turning on her heel and leaving without a backward glance.

James was fuming. The sight of that fruit basket only annoyed him more.

Just then, a cleaning lady passed by. James called her over and handed her the fruit without a second thought.

With that bit of aggravation dealt with, he finally pushed open the door to Briony’s room.

Briony had woken up at some point and was sitting on the bed, staring into space.

She turned toward him at the sound of the door.

“You’re awake!” James walked in and closed the door behind him.

He crossed to the bed and gently placed a hand on her forehead. “Your fever’s gone down. How are you feeling?”

Briony shook her head. “Much better.”

James sat at her bedside, heart aching at how pale and drawn she looked.

“Bryn, you worry too much. Try to take it easy, alright? We’ll figure out the custody issue with Mario together.”

“That’s Mack’s problem, not yours! You don’t have to let it get to you,” James said, exasperated.

Briony looked up at him, her lips barely twitching into a smile. “It just shows—even your own mother can’t stop you from turning into a monster if that’s the way you’re raised. Once a person’s nature is warped, there’s no limit to how far it can go.”

“Bryn.” James’s voice was gentle, but his eyes were full of worry. “What’s really going on with you?”

“I’m fine.”

Briony turned to gaze out the window. “I just realized something, that’s all.”

If she couldn’t hide or protect what mattered, she’d have to fight for it, no matter the cost.

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By the next day, Briony felt well enough to leave the hospital.

It was Saturday.